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deneebenton: Had my fro out a few days ago and it has me reminiscing to the time I committed one of my biggest acts of self love to date- I shaved all of the chemically relaxed hair off of my head and let me kinks grow wild and free. So here’s a #tbt on a Monday :) When I was little it was “Mommy why can’t my hair be flingy and bounce back and forth like Brittany’s?” When I was in middle school it was “Maybe with enough heat and enough chemicals the boys at my school would forget I was black and actually have crushes on me too.” This was before I found @indiaarie and learned the term Eurocentric beauty standards. 

Fast forward to discovering India’s album “Testimony Vol 1: life and relationships” in High school , hearing “I am not my hair” and starting slow baby steps towards true liberation and self love. She helped ease the pain when in my all white high school I didn’t get asked to my senior prom, making me want to erase my skin and get a long Malaysian haired sew in.
In college it was, “wait there are no natural women on television, is this a bad career choice?” Then after one chemical scalp burn too many I decided the world was going to have to take me as I was and I was going to have to learn to embrace myself.

What’s crazy is that every acting job I’ve had since college has requested my natural kinks or mimicked my natural Kinks for the character I’ve played- it’s been an amazing lesson that when you choose to honor who you are, the universe lines up behind you.
Now every time I look in the mirror at these tender kinky curls I’m reminded of the decision I made six years ago to love myself and I smile at every un-laid edge. Here’s to days off in the sun, reflection, and #blackgirlmagic

Taste like pie.

Originally posted by fandom-book-nerd

Pairing : Dean x Reader
Wordcount : 1,801
Author : Mel

A/N : I had actually started writting this right after I wrote part 1 back in March (One of my earlier fics). I had promised a part 2 a few times, but I got really stuck on how I wanted it to go. I was forcing smut and it was a horrible fic so I never posted it. Today in the shower, I had an epiphany on how to finish it. I deleted all the horrid smut and I’m finally happy with it. Honestly, you can see my writing style change about half way through haha.

Part 1 here.


Dean came into your room a few minutes later wearing just his jeans and carrying Half a pie, a pint of ice cream, and a can of whipped cream for good measure.

You chuckled and motioned for him to sit in the chair across the room from you, and to stay quiet. He put the stuff on the little table next to him and sat in the arm chair.

He watched quietly from the corner as you flirted, moved around on your bed seductively and did a couple of easy requests for tips. You rubbed lotion on your feet and showed them off a few times, one guy wanted you to spit onto your cleavage and watch it run down. Dean just kind of raised his eyebrows at that last one, and you shrugged. A couple of guys even paid you to watch them get off.

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One More Tomorrow cont.

The continuation of my WWI AU - One More Tomorrow, featuring WWIsoldier!Hannibal x RedCrossNurse!Will, especially written for @eattheboring who was so extremely excited about it, it just melted my heart <3 This is mostly for her so she’s the boss but by all means, if there are any suggestions/ideas, let me know! The fate of the story is in your hands, either way is absolutely fine with me.

The first snippet and the illustration for the AU’s right here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/152786138151/one-more-tomorrow-wwisoldierhannibal-x

The illustration can also be purchased from my Redbubble if interested: http://www.redbubble.com/people/shoegazerx

And because music is such a big part of my creative process, here is the song that I borrowed the title/atmosphere from (tho it’s from 1946): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9s5Tp59qNk



Phantom pain. 

His leg hurt and his skin was itching, the nagging sensations nudging him from his sleep. He tried to shift his position and move his leg and as he curled on his side, his fingers brushed against the rough bind. With his kneecap shattered, his thigh ended in a grotesque stump dressed in the ragged bandages like the remains of a mummy.

It started already, he thought.

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You know, I’m not naive as to why people would think it was a bad [career] choice, or why there is a snobbery about it. But I’m also not stupid, and I knew with [director] Sam [Taylor-Johnson], and [cinematographer] Seamus McGarvey, the film would be in safe hands. And, you know, it does no harm to be in a film that makes half a billion dollars.
—  Jamie Dornan talking about he choise to play Christian Grey
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You know, I’m not naive as to why people would think it was a bad [career] choice, or why there is a snobbery about it. But I’m also not stupid, and I knew with [director] Sam [Taylor-Johnson], and [cinematographer] Seamus McGarvey, the film would be in safe hands. And, you know, it does no harm to be in a film that makes half a billion dollars - Jamie Dornan

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You know, I’m not naive as to why people would think it was a bad [career] choice, or why there is a snobbery about it. But I’m also not stupid, and I knew with [director] Sam [Taylor-Johnson], and [cinematographer] Seamus McGarvey, the film would be in safe hands. And, you know, it does no harm to be in a film that makes half a billion dollars - Jamie Dornan 

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You know, I’m not naive as to why people would think it was a bad career choice, or why there is a snobbery about it. But I’m also not stupid, and I knew with director Sam, and cinematographer Seamus McGarvey, the film would be in safe hands. And, you know, it does no harm to be in a film that makes half a billion dollars.

anonymous asked:

Fizzy's snapchat showed her with the younger twins and the puppies at Louis' public London home. I hope the stunt gf only sees that house and not their family home.

Sorry I’m just not that worked up about this I had expected it yesterday morning, had hoped not but had expected it? The family knows what the deal is. The twins already had to take pictures with her back in LA and Fizzy had to be her parade marshal in London during SoccerAid. That family has each other’s back like a real family should.

Really I think Danielle is incredibly stupid and desperate and makes one bad fashion and career choice after another. But right now if she has to show up at the public house have a photoshoot play with some dogs and do what needs to be done and then get out then whatever. Because I want Louis to be able to see his family, I want him to not have to be tied to LA. And if her presence allows that then so be it.

Umm… @runecestershire @volvano @coldalbion @edderkopper I’m really sorry to bother you guys like this, and feel free to ignore this of course! But i just wanted to ask for your opinions (and maybe a little help) since you’re all a lot more experienced than I am! Sorry!

Ok so…more disgusting rambling (because I am sad and unstoppable)…so. yeah. Not under the cut bc I’m on mobile, sorry!

Potential tw for a lot of negative and possibly just plain icky brainweird stuff.

Okay. Lets go. I just wanted to get this shit out of my system since it really has been limiting me- both in terms of self-acceptance and worship. I mean I’m not the best pagan around- I’ve been here for what? Two years? Not that long. I (for mental health reasons among other things) am practically incapable of well…the expected type of worship? I can’t make any bigger offerings, I can’t keep an altar, I’m unable to pray regularly and rarely have enough time and energy to actually do devotional things for my gods (another problem here- I cant beleive how ridiculously guilty I feel referring to Them as “mine”) and frankly, it makes me feel really shitty. While yeah, self-acceptance and all that good shit is wonderful, it’s…not something I really feel like I deserve. For all my whining and thinking and flailing, I haven’t really /done/ anything for Them. Nothing worth mentioning, at least. (And more guilt here- this time it’s the “by insulting your gift you insult the person you have given it to” type of crap.) I don’t really have a “godphone”, I can’t astral travel as far as I know, I rarely have meaningful dreams, my spiritual “sight” is even worse than my actual eyesight…it’s a fuckin mess, to sum things up. Plus, for some reason I have a /lot/ of trouble actually talking to/at Them- reffering to them in second person just feels really wrong, and I dont feel like they can really hear me when I do so…so in effect my internal monologue is more uncomfortable squirming and inarticulate howling than coherent prayer (or anything like that). So, pretty much- communication issues, low sense of self-worth, over-comparing self to others even while knowing they function under completely different circumstances, and an apparent inability to connect with anything outside a chunk of my own brain. Not too good.
And now we get to the /real/ shit.
The whole wild/ecstatic/madness/death/wow-that-ain’t-good bullshit. Mhm. Truth be told, my inherent perception of morality is much closer to what people here have described spirits + deities as having than the “normal” morality (or at least my impression of traditional western morality with a christian twist). …which I am having a hard time coming to terms with. And sounds like outright elitist pretentious bullshit. Fuck. I guess thr real problwm is i get really weird thoughts that are…idk. too uncivilised? Wild? Strange? And I just feel guilty and shut them out and fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Plus the whole fact that i hail from a steadfastly christian family, and my drifting away from that is hugely frowned upon. (Or at least i am told in the passive-agressive “do not approve” tone that i still have a lot of thinking and self-discovery before I can do something like that, and that faith isnt something you choose and tradition etc etc…) so. Uhhh. Pretty much. And its frustrating because I’ve thought about this, about my faith, all day every day for what? Nearly four years nonstop? Pretty much. This isnt a spontaneous “i read too many fantasy books and decided i didnt like being a boring ol christian” or anything like that. Fuck, Im not even entirely sure /I/ chose this- if I wasnt teeming with doubt all the time, I’d hazard a theory that these Gods have called to me. They’re damn fucking REAL. And its a lot of internal conflict here between
-my desire to be accepted
-my love for my gods and how badly i want to be close to them
-having been raised in an agressively christian country (more than one actually, but w/e)
-my mental illnesses affecting my ability to perceive the world properly
-fear that im making this up
-struggling to let go of the past, fearing and doubting the path im on
-the doubt when family constantly rejects my beliefs

Aaand the fact that my idea of life goals is apparently “serving as a hunting dog/companion/familiar/??? under a norse death-god”, which for some reason I dont see as a bad career choice. Uh.

You know, I’m not naive as to why people would think it was a bad [career] choice, or why there is a snobbery about it. But I’m also not stupid, and I knew with [director] Sam [Taylor-Johnson], and [cinematographer] Seamus McGarvey, the film would be in safe hands. And, you know, it does no harm to be in a film that makes half a billion dollars.
—  Jamie Dornan

Confession #1595:

Well Mark, if YouTube, Voice Acting, Charity Running, Carpentry, Book Reading, Show Hosting, Acting, Bartending, Sushi Folding, Sake Making, Mercenary Gunner, Pole Dancing, Teaching, Hustling, Phone Sexting, Data Mining, Data Inputting, Lyft Chauffeuring, Med Engineering, Singing, Trumpeting or whatever doesn’t pull through, you could always walk dogs like what Daniel Radcliffe is doing now. Well, that or be a professional hip gyration dancer. Not a bad career choice right?